It’s none of his business, he knows this, but with his curiosity getting the better of him, he can’t help but attempt to peer over her shoulder.
❝ Huh? Oh! Bolin look at this! ❞
She turns around, noticing his curiosity and holds up an unfolded sheet of paper. It’s aged by it’s appearance, no longer white but instead a stained yellow.
❝It’s a letter! Can you read any of it? ❞ She hands it over to him.